Lust of a kind

Lust of a kind

 

They were so many,

wandering on the streets,

it didn’t matter if it was day or night,

with lust in their eyes.

A weird thirst and heat.

 

What were they looking for?

The curiosity griped me.

I followed them,

became one of them,

in pretence first.

But later didn’t realize,

as to when it gripped me tight

 

Now it’s impossible to rescue,

deeper it sucks you.

I became one of them

in flesh and in soul

 

‘Mind Prostitutes’

as they get called.

Fiercely passionate

is their love for the wonders of life

 

Minds fornicating,

ejecting thoughts

and bearing dreams.

Once addicted

you can’t stop.

From one partner to other

stimulation builds on

Oh! What a mindful turn on!

 

There is no end.

If you end their course,

you end their life.

Disloyal to their partners perhaps,

But never to their dreams.

 

Don’t look into their eyes

It is a teleporting device

Will take you to their land,

where birds swim,

and fish fly.

 

In a tale they live,

that’s not at all fairy.

Endlessly they wander

in a hellish scrutiny,

with a bruised heart and feet,

with a trapped soul and smile on their lips.

 

The world scorns them.

But without them

the world is trite

Oh! So strong is their love for life

Yet so naïve is their grip on the mind.

Of course, they are the prostitutes of mind,

with a lust of a different kind.